Two years ago my father turned 80. Two weeks after, I turned 40. “Do you realize that I’m exactly double your age now?” he said. “This will never happen again as long as we live.” What a thought to twist my head around… When I started school as a 5 year old, my father was […]Read more "My father as a boy"
The first thing I noticed about Irene Meniconi was the caring way in which she touched her paintings. She was exhibiting at a modern gallery in Florence, when I met her. One of her motives was a blue eyed butterfly that had long laces draped as extended wings under the canvas – like a classical […]Read more "Half a Butterfly"
As a filmmaker I get an immense joy out of the simply act of observation. To explore another visual art form such as painting with my camera only adds to the pleasure, and there is an additional double up on the thrill factor when I’m looking at somebody else who is looking at something which is important to […]Read more "Looking back Painting by Painting…"
I met Rebecca while desperately searching for a wifi connection at a café in our common neighborhood in Florence (Italy). She too seemed a little bit uneasy trying to help me out. “David used to be the one who knew everything about technique she later told me. Now I have to figure it all out […]Read more "Rebecca Hayward and where we went with her paintings…"